Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.